In My Desperate Time

She wears a very big hat and covers her face in a pair of sunglasses, but I still recognize her.
To be exact, I don't recognize her. I recognize —
The baby in her arms.
Earl.
She actually brings Earl out.
I can't suppress my excitement, and tears fall down my cheeks.
"What are you doing? Even if you didn't see baby, you wouldn't be so excited, right?"
Seeing me cry, Mindy is at a loss.
"Earl! Mindy, you take a look at Earl." I point at the child held by Whitney not far away, and my voice is trembling due to
excitement.
Mindy follows my sight and frowns, "Even his own mother cannot recognize him from such a distance. Can you see it?"
Yes, I also find it strange, but I indeed recognize her. I am sure that the child is Earl.
The weather isn't very warm today, but Whitney actually dresses the child so little that she brings the child out without even
wrapping her blanket?
How could Earl have a good life by staying with Whitney?
In an instant, my heart aches fiercely.
Whitney carries the child into a building, and my heart instantly skips a beat.
That's the hospital!
What happens to the child?
Why do they go to the hospital?
"Let's go, Mindy. Let's go take a look." I pulls Mindy over and don't give her the chance to refuse.

As she walks, Mindy complains about me.
"You are really a great mother. You are even so devoted to the child of an enemy! I have nothing to say."
I roll my eyes at her and say seriously, "I should hate Whitney, but the child is innocent. Moreover, we really hit it off."
"Alright, alright. Holy Mother, it's up to you. By the way, I haven't even seen what the child looks like. I'll see it clearly today."
Mindy following me, we creep behind Whitney.
Whitney carries the child and enters the pediatrics department impatiently.
Mindy and I are standing at the door, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Doctor, take a look at the baby. He hasn't eaten these past few days. And he looks so listless. It's really annoying. The nanny
asked for leave too. He insisted that I bring her over."
Her words not only make me frown, but even the doctor is a little unhappy.
"Is the child yours?"
"Yes ... Yeah." Whitney hesitates for a moment, but she probably doesn't understand what the doctor means.
But I do. Why is she so reluctant to bring her own child to see a doctor?
How could Whitney be worthy of being a mother if she doesn't love her child?
"What symptoms does he have?"
"I don't know. Take a look by yourself."
I really have the urge to rush in and beat her up.
The doctor doesn't say anything else. He is probably doing an examination.
After a while, he scolds Whitney, "He has already reached 39.5 degrees. Don't you notice it as a mother? Besides, you clearly
know that the child is uncomfortable, but you still bring him out when he wears so little. What exactly are you thinking about?"
My heart skips a beat. He has a fever again?

"How would I know? I've ever taken care of a child. Since he has a fever, then you try to treat him. Why are you telling me so
much? I'm not a doctor."
I guess the doctor inside is trying to hold back his anger so that he won't lose his temper.
Earl is sent to have a check-up. He has a fever and mild pneumonia. He needs to be treated in an incubator.
Soon, the child is sent to the ward.
Whitney stands at the end of the corridor. No one knows who she is calling.
"Mindy, let's go and take a look at Earl."
"Is this really good?" Mindy hesitates.
"Just take a glance. We'll leave immediately."